Thoroughly Loathing Thoreau

This is a rant. I need to let the venom out. If you are not interested in a bitch session about Thoreau, well, I completely understand. See you around the playground. The rest of you, put your crash helmets on.
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I spent some of my college years swimming in Walden Pond and cooing over the cute boys and quotes in Dead Poets Society. But it's almost 15 years later that I'm finally reading Walden, and my greatest fears are confirmed: Thoreau was a pompous prick.

Cliff's Notes on Thoreau read romantically enough: poor boy goes to Harvard, becomes gardener and hiker, hangs with Transcendentalists (Emerson) and poets (Whitman), builds small hut in woods, swears off belongings and high society for simplicity and clean living.

But for every beautiful too-oft-repeated quote in Walden, there lurks prep school pugnacity:

The mass of men lead lives of quiet desperation (11)

I have lived some thirty years on this planet, and I have yet to hear the first syllable of value . . . from my seniors (11-12)

 I would rather sit on a pumpkin and have it all to myself, than be crowded on a velvet cushion (33)

  Philanthropy . . . is greatly overrated (63)

 I wanted to live deep and suck out all the marrow of life (74)

The best works are the ancients, and they haven't been translated (86)

 

with huge lumbering civility the country hands a chair to the city (93)

 Sometimes, when I compare myself with other men, it seems as if I were more favored by the gods than they (106)

 Not till we are lost, in other words, not till we have lost the world, do we begin to find ourselves (137)

  . . . his wife--every man has such a wife--changed her mind . . . (68)

Mr. Thoreau, would you like some cheese with your whine?

Does anyone discuss the hypocrisy of this book? And the dreamlike, unrealistic nature of his thought process?

It's all well and good to live a mile or so from Emerson's house. To undoubtedly dine with him regularly and discuss all things under God by Emerson's fire. But to then write bullshit such as, "a village of busy men, as curious to me as if they had been prairie dogs . . . I went there frequently to observe their habits" (134). Like he's so removed from humans.

http://colbysts.blogspot.com/2009/05/henry-david-thoreau.html

And maybe his bitterness toward women stems from the fact that his proposal was turned down? Yeah, Ellen Sewell turned him down after turning down his brother. Of course there's also speculation of his being homosexual, as indicated here. And he did meet one of his heroes, Walt Whitman, on Cape Cod, after all. Hmmm, when did Provincetown secure its reputation?

My issues with Thoreau go long and cut deep. It's like this:
"[I speak] to the mass of men who are discontented, and idly complaining of the hardness of their lot . . . when they might improve them" (17). And "The laborer's day ends with the going down of the sun, and he is then free to devote himself to his chosen pursuit" (59).

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Sure! Forget your wife, children, and bills. Mill girls, forget the 12-hour shift you just completed and the letter you just received from Maman, asking for more money! Better yourselves, damn you! Because surely after sundown you have plenty of time to learn Greek and thereby read the ancients who are spectacular but not yet translated.

He spends a lot of time building up and condemning blue-collar folk. He is saddened that the Irish are building a railroad, yet states that it would do the students of Harvard good to build their own dorms. Further, he prattles on about why no manner of job suits him, but maybe he could pick berries and with that meet his expenses (58).

And don't get me started on the asinine ant wars (180-182). "And certainly there is not the fight recorded in Concord history, at least, if in the history of America, that will bear a moment's comparison with this . . . for the patriotism and heroism displayed." Thoreau wrote this in Concord, MA, ~80 years after the Revolutionary War. About ants in his garden. 

http://www.sunjournal.com/state/story/876963

Two years later, the bum went back to town, to be with the other prairie dogs. His flimsy excuse is that he felt he "had several more lives to live, and could not spare any more time for that one" (252). Henry, Louise Dickinson Rich farts in your general direction, you fucking pansy.

If Thoreau were alive now, I believe he would have gone to Hampshire College. He would be that asshat who is 110% enviro, judging everyone, and graduating with a degree in frisbee. In sum, Thoreau was a hipster. Before being a hipster was hip. Ironic bastard.

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Millgirl's ass is better, and February proves amusing

I'm officially one step closer to Paris in April. Try on your best accent and say like the French, "Super cool!"

In other not exciting news, I played grown-up a week or so ago and attended Flight Night at the Wentworth by the Sea. A sampling of three wines, with foods to accompany, for $16. Not a bad date, actually. But I was there with colleagues, so romantic it was not. Still, a good time.

But my favorite thing at the moment is my celebrity valentine.

It appears that no one knows who Adam Goldberg is. He was in Saving Private Ryan, 2 Days in Paris, Friends . . . Still don't know? Well, he's this guy.

A girl can't always account for her crushes. There's something about his yummy, hairy, tattooed, angry presence that makes me giggle like a school girl. So I spent some quality time stalking him on YouTube because I wanted to hear him talk without a script. I caught a couple clips of him sparring with Craig Ferguson. He's got a dry sense of humor (which the commenters didn't get because they mostly thought he rode the short bus to the studio), and he's a fast talker (=smart/smartass). Then, suddenly, I spied, with my tiny eye--cowboy boots! Fuck me. I hate cowboy boots. So what does a person do now whenever she has any fucking thought going through her head? She becomes an asshole like everyone else and shares her upset with the universe. On Twitter. Without thinking there will be any repercussions. Thus ensued our tryst.

Damn. Adam Goldberg wears cowboy boots. Reassessing... #waningcrush

RT @nhmillgirl Damn. Adam Goldberg wears cowboy boots. Reassessing... #waningcrush http://twitpic.com/3zk9yi

  @TheAdamGoldberg Well played, sir.

And I'm the happiest fucking stalker in New Hampshire. 

Amen

"A fatherless girl thinks all things possible and nothing safe."

--The Company of Women